Son Of Hades Novels & Stories

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"

Hades leans down and looked me in the eye, “Can you believe that? Your parents named you Crimsyn like blood because of your hair, maybe? I should ask your mom about that once we meet.” Hades winks, pulling the ends of his cloak before crossing his arms over his chest, walking deep into the snowdrop field, appearing like the real grim reaper with his black robes billowing to nonexistent wind. I wonder how he does that? It made him appear as though he were flying. I looked down at the snowdrops, lightly touching them as I asked, “And my father, what become of him after I was taken?”

He was so vain that he couldn’t acknowledge his daughter and cast her aside. He disrespected a unique heir, as she was the first heir to be of an opposite gender than the original God or Goddess. He also disrespected Lord Hades and the Underworld as a whole. Disrespecting Lord Hades was a big no-no. The last time that occurred The Zeus returned to Olympus and laid down the law.

Atlas would take Chronos’ place as the ruler of all and head of the family, his brutality sealing the deal. Hades was the son destined to rule in the fiery depths of hell, Chronos choosing this as his son’s path. The young prince had no choice but to abide by his father’s wishes, the punishments silencing any protest. Hades’ powers moulded around the ability to torture and break a person mentally, shattering everything that they were. That they were born to be. But the immortal prince refused to use this ability, his soul was pure and good. Unlike Atlas, Hades only sought peace and happiness for those in the afterlife. He paled whenever he was forced to harm a being, immortal or mortal. His

Clurife turned to give respect to his father, Hades, as the god floated into the center of the chamber. The Lord of the Underworld had long, shockingly white hair with black eyes possessing of the pain of innumerable souls condemned to the fiery pits of hell. His pale, alabaster skin contrasted greatly with his black on black suit. “That is good. Yes, pain and death are a good reminder of where loyalties should lie. Once you ascertain whether or not this new . . . student is the child of the so-called prophecy, then you must make haste to dispose of him from this earth and then I will have a little fun with him. Ah! Damn my young brother,” Hades growled menacingly. “Always in the way, but, n

Their silver armour emitted a faint glow of their own and with it the light reflecting off the polished surfaces mades it hard to see past just bright orbs atop beautiful stallions. "They are descendants of Pegasus, the divine horse." Hades is bound to inform as I drool over the winged beauties. "He is Poseidon' son isn't he?" I ask trusting my memory of how Pegasus was the offspring of the Olympian god Poseidon and Medusa, the scary lady having live snakes for hair. I shudder and almost don't notice Hades nod in approval.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.

Yaahadana was the first angel to fell on earth, but he took the human vessel seriously and played his rightful duties what was promised by him. He became the father of five children, and now It would be more challenging for him when he would find out about their powers. While Yaadahan was busy playing a rightful dad, Naksh lost a part of his heart in the form of a father when some unknown werewolf claimed his son. He wanted to find them, but their last words stuck in his mind.

She seems to be as interested in the conversation as I am. “Of course not,” he growls, “Hades handed Tri-ad to Jaxson. If you don’t believe me, ask him. Hades made Jaxson. In a way, Hades is his father. I’m pretty sure Grayson explained this to you,” he grumbles, and I briefly wrack my brain back and recall Grayson mentioning it. “So, to compensate for Hades creating Jaxson without any ability to feel, he gave Jaxson Tri-ad.”

The woman was none other than his mother, Susanne Rinz, the CEO of the Auton Group. Susanne nodded slightly, saying in a voice that was loud and clear, "Everyone, allow me to introduce you. The young man sitting here is my son, Lief Auton, the first heir of the Auton family. According to our family's rules, he had to hide his identity for ten years as training. Therefore, he now goes by the name Elio Rinz, taking after my last name." The big shots here were all reputable figures in the surrounding area and successful people in their own rights. At the same time, they owed much of their success to the Auton family's formidable influence. All of them had a deep respect for the Autons.